I’d honestly forgotten we were supposed to make a run together but I nodded anyway.
“Yeah. I’ve got you. Let me just get Twin home to her car and you can pick me up from her spot in about…” I looked at my watch. “Two hours?”
“A’ight. Bet.”
I dapped him and we all headed our separate ways.
I took Myome to my favorite spot where we put in matching orders and I was proud of her for eating half of her food. I packaged the rest to-go and we made the drive out to her crib with my hand on her knee.
Honestly, I needed a hand on her at all times. It was calming. After seeing her laid out on the floor of that bar, I just wanted to constantly make sure she was okay. The entire experience had shaken me to my core. I hated the image and the thought of anything bad happening to her.
I twined my fingers through hers, lifted her hand and kissed right beneath her wedding ring.
“Thanks for chilling with me today,” I stated.
“Awwh. You’re welcome.” She grinned and I kissed her hand again.
“I’ve got to make a move with Dashawn out of town but I’ll be back sometime tonight. You want me to come back to your place?”
“Yes, please.”
I nodded. “A’ight.”
I turned onto her street and my eyebrows knitted together at a badly parked car taking up most of her driveway and a couple trying to peek through her front window.
I threw my car in park and rolled the window down.
“Ay!” I barked. “What the fuck you doing?” I reached between my seat and middle console for my gun and clicked the safety off as I pushed my door open.
The couple looked back at me.
“Fuck.” Myome cursed and sank in her seat.
“You know them?” I asked without taking my eyes off their weird asses.
“Yeah. They’re my parents.”
I clicked my safety back on but kept my gun in hand.
“You want to see them or you want me to get rid of them?”
She lifted a little to peek over my dash. They were almost at my car now.
“I’ll just talk to them.” She sighed and unclipped her seatbelt.
I thought about asking if she needed backup but decided against it because she didn’t really have a choice. I hopped out and walked around to open her door while her parents remained at the edge of her driveway, both staring at me and judging.
I expected them to walk toward Myome when they saw her but they remained where they were, whispering back and forth. I didn’t know how their dynamic worked so I followed Myome’s lead. Her hand shook as she walked toward them and I laced our fingers together to stop it and let her know I was here and paying attention.
“Hey,” she said awkwardly.
“Myome,” her mother snipped and looked from her to me.
“Hey 'Yome.” Her dad gave her an awkward half hug since I wasn’t coming up off her hand then glanced at me.
“Uhm, what are you guys doing here?”
“We’re here to see you,” her father said simply.